In the end, Matthew Bard was still dead. The psionic vortex created by Laing had swallowed up his soul, and he could no longer be resurrected.
All the souls awakened by his magic would return to death. Every specter, zombie, skeleton, and ghoul would tremble incessantly. Their resurrected corpses would disintegrate into dust.
This was a bitter battle. Laing was seriously injured. He used Nemesis to support himself on the ground and gasped for breath. His mind was in a mess.
Ma Xiubard was indeed very powerful. His talent was outstanding, and he had received the best training. Akhan had even channeled the power of the black Grail Knights back to him, and cultivated such a Sanctuary-realm powerhouse at an extremely fast speed.
If not for Laing's sudden inspiration, this battle would have lasted for a long time, and the outcome would still be unknown.
Blood, is it? Laing looked at the corpse on the ground without saying a word.
He knew the power contained in his blood. Looking at his wound, Laing shook his head.
This was an extraordinary method in an extraordinary period. It could not be used too often. Using one's own blood as a weapon or smearing it on a weapon was something Chaos would do. It was also a tribute to the Blood God Khorne. It was fine if he did it once or twice, but if he kept doing it, sooner or later he would become Khorne's Chosen One.
Or if he wanted to use his own blood to cause trouble or worship it as a sacred object, he would be a Holy Blood Angel, not a Gray Knight. Laing had never liked those guys' mysterious recruit ceremony, even if it was necessary.
Black Fury Warning.
In the distance, the Green Knight, Duke Berchemund, and Duke François led the remaining troops and swept through everything. The remaining human troops had long been reduced to a motley crew. Laing noticed that the Knight King Richard was charging madly. His old figure was at the forefront, and he used the most ferocious tactics. Richard's every attack was a method of exchanging life for life.
He wanted to die.
Laing understood what Richard was thinking. He smiled. Because of his wound, his smile looked especially ferocious. It was obvious that the old Knight King would not get what he wanted. With the Green Knight, François, and Berchemund leading the charge, the motley crew would not be able to stop them.
Moreover, Kalad was being very tactless by staying by Richard's side to protect him. With the protection of such a Sanctuary powerhouse, how could Richard encounter any danger? The old Knight King's expression was obviously very ugly, but he could not reprimand him. He could only sullenly use all his strength to kill the enemy.
"Hahahaha ~" Laing laughed out loud.
"You're still laughing? Damn it, you're so heavily injured! " The sorceress quickly approached with her staff in hand. Theresa, who was wearing a black leather coat, outlined her impressive figure. Her long legs swayed as she ran to Ryan's side in small steps. "Are you alright?"
"Don't worry, he won't die!" Veronica was wearing a red leather coat. Compared to the anxious sorceress, she was clearly not as nervous. She said with a hint of mockery, "That's all you've got? You're still far from being able to take Laing's life."
Even though she said that, her eyes were filled with concern. She tore apart her dress without a care. The dress, which was worth more than ten crowns, was torn just like that and used to bandage Laing's wounds.
"It's nothing. I'll be fine after a few days of rest." Laing was bathed in blood and looked rather haggard. He used Nemesis to support himself on the ground. After the battle ended, Laing saw his two female courtiers coming over. He even said flirtatiously, "You don't believe me? Come over tonight. I'll show you my … "
"Shut up! Ryan, Tal's fangs (a common human curse)! What are you still thinking about at a time like this?! " Teresa scolded. The sorceress was clearly unhappy with Laing's behavior. Veronica, on the other hand, patted Laing's shoulder lightly. Just as she was about to say something, a sharp cry sounded from afar. "Oh! No! No! "
Fiona, the granddaughter of Theodoric, Duke of Breton, trotted from afar. She passed through the fighting crowd. Because of her luxurious Breton noble dress, the knights who were in the middle of the battle automatically avoided her.
"Mathewbard … No! No! " Fiona held her dress with both hands and ran into the arena. She immediately discovered Mathewbard's corpse and the head that Laing tossed to the ground.
Her face became extremely pale. Fiona approached her step by step in disbelief. She knelt on the ground and said, "Matthew Bard? No, you can't die like this! You can't die like this! Where's our wedding? You promised me our wedding!!! "
Fiona's tone and expression became crazy. She grabbed the chest of Mathewbard's headless corpse and shook it hard.
The beautiful noblewoman was crying, but her boyfriend would never be able to answer her.
"This woman?" Veronica was subconsciously wary of Fiona. She clenched the Wand of Yuntini in her hand and aimed it at Fiona. A standard fireball was condensed. The fire element in the air burned and gave off a blazing temperature.
Laing laughed out loud and gestured for Veronica to not be so nervous. The champion of the Lake Fairy laughed and said, "Don't be like this, my dear. Who do you think I am? I don't need help. "
Veronica nodded and stepped back. The witch was confident in Leon. Indeed, although the noblewoman in front of her was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, she was not very powerful. Even Veronica, who was already at the peak of legendary, and Theresa, who was at the advanced legendary level, did not feel any pressure from her.
"What are you?" At this moment, Fiona interrupted Laing. The girl raised her head from Mathewbard's corpse and said, "You're a murderer! Laing Macado! You killed my fiancé! You ruined my marriage! "
"If you say so, then so be it." Laing did not care about Fiona's accusation at all. On the contrary, he looked at Fiona as if he was looking at a little girl who had not grown up.
At this moment, what could this girl do to him?
After this battle, Laing's momentum was like a surging wave. No one in the Knight King Kingdom could stop him.
Setting his eyes on Ma Xiubad's corpse, Ryan let out a low sigh. Ma Xiubad was a respectable opponent. The duel with Ma Xiubad had given him a deeper understanding of his fighting skills and experience.
"Yes, you've won. You've completely won. No one in this kingdom can stop you anymore." Fiona said in a venomous tone, "Now, you have everything. You're a duke. You've won the righteous title. You murderer, you've won everything. You've finally got what you want. Are you satisfied? Are you happy? "
"No, I have nothing. You've taken everything from me. You've made me lose my fiancé. Do you know that we're going to get married soon?!" Fiona stood up and roared at Laing hysterically, "You've ruined my happiness with your own hands. Are you happy?"
Fiona's question displeased Theresa and Veronica. The two witches couldn't imagine how this noblewoman in front of them could say something like that.
Did she not see the huge losses caused by Mathewbard's rebellion? Tens of thousands of people had fallen and thousands of knights had died. This kingdom had shed too much blood to resist Mathewbard. Did she not know?
"She won't care." Laing shook his head and signaled Veronica and Teresa not to act rashly. "She can only see herself. Exquisite egoists are all like this."
After that, Laing turned his eyes to Fiona with a plain smile on his face. "Dear Miss Fiona, do you think this is funny? Do you think I'll feel guilty for saying this? Do you think I'll sympathize with you? "
"You think too much. I almost laughed out loud, okay?" Laing said coldly. "Mathewbard deserved to die. I've given him a fair trial on behalf of the kingdom and the ladies. He and his ambition have gone to hell together. It's that simple!"
The girl's face froze. Her face turned from red to purple because of the violent fluctuation of emotions. "You … you … inhumane scum! Scum! Beast! "
The noblewoman, who did not have a vocabulary, could not say anything else.
"Are you done?" Laing narrowed his eyes and sighed. "If you're done, there's enough room in the sanatorium of the Goddess of Mercy for you to live the rest of your life."
Laing waved at the two knights who were standing guard in the distance and took Fiona away.
Laing had never sympathized with Mathewbard. In his heart, he would never sympathize with a traitor and a former human who degenerated into a vampire.
What he had done to Matthew Bard was nothing more than a form of recognition. He recognized Matthew Bard's position and goals, and he recognized Matthew Bard as his opponent. Both sides had to respect each other at the very least, because respecting one's opponent was the same as respecting oneself. Matthew Bard deserved the most basic respect. His life was a life of vengeance. Even Leon was moved by his obsession and persistence. For revenge, Matthew Bard was willing to give up everything, even if he had to give up his identity as a human, even if he had to die in front of Colona.
That was why Laing gave Mathewbard respect. His way of showing respect was to use all his power to completely wipe this poisonous snake from the mortal world and the subspace!
"No need." Black blood flowed out of Fiona's lips. "He's dead. I … don't want to live anymore … You all hate me … Only Mathewbard was sincere to me … Only he …"
The girl lay on Mathewbard's corpse as if she wanted to absorb the last bit of warmth. Gradually, she stopped moving.
Laing, Teresa, and Veronica were all speechless. Duke Musillon looked at Fiona who had committed suicide. This noblewoman had brought him a lot of trouble. She was selfish, arrogant, and unreasonable.
But in the face of Mathewbard's death, this exquisite egoist chose to commit suicide.
Human emotions were always so unpredictable, Laing thought. Love was the most selfless thing, but the conditions for love were also the most selfish.
The sky was blue, and under the dome of heaven, the flames of war were endless. At this time, the motley crew had all surrendered. The knights were cleaning up the battlefield. Mathewbard's rebellion was over, and the chaos and pain he brought to the Knight King's Kingdom had also come to an end.
Brittany's history had turned over a new page.
… I am the dividing line of history …
That night, Laing and the others were settled in the palace of Culona to rest.
The Chosen One of the Lake Fairies was severely injured. His lung was punctured, several of his ribs were broken, and his shoulder was pierced twice. As a result, he was arranged to recuperate. The Lake Fairies Witch Morgiana applied ointment and bandages on him. She then held a bowl of porridge in her hand and fed him mouthful by mouthful. She only stopped when Leon finished two bowls of porridge.
Morgiana obviously had a lot of things to do. The Lake Goddess Witch got up and left after feeding Laing the porridge, leaving Veronica to sit beside the bed and talk to Laing.
"This room is so luxurious," Veronica said with interest as she moved a bench to sit by the bed. "Ah, if only the rooms in my wizard tower were this luxurious."
"Pfft, you think too much." Laing laughed. He leaned on the soft pillow and shook his head. "This is thousands of years of accumulation."
The furnishings in the room were extremely luxurious. It was said that this room was once reserved for the use of Landuin. However, later generations had misunderstood the true meaning of chivalry and blindly pursued luxury and enjoyment.
Wizard Garland was wearing an Elysee Angel cherry orchid dress. The slit of the dress was very high, and she had tied a white ribbon around her neck. She looked like a fairy. Her long legs were wrapped in thin white stockings, and she was wearing a pair of sapphire blue high heels. Leon could see the white lace of her stockings, and he couldn't help but take a second look at her.
"Do you like it?" Veronica noticed Laing's gaze and approached him with a smile.
"Of course, I like it no matter what you wear …" Laing's gaze gradually changed.
"Then do you want to …"
Knock, knock, knock. Just then, François's voice came from the door. "Laing? Are you there? Can we come in? "
The two quickly separated. Laing shouted, "Please come in."
François and Berchemund entered the room one after another. Veronica quickly stood up to greet her father-in-law and the Red Dragon duke. François simply nodded at the witch, and Berchemund went straight to the point. "Laing, there is a problem that requires your decision."
"What is it?" Laing knew that the appearance of the two dukes meant something big.
"King Richard said that he is ready to abdicate," François said. François gently stroked his goatee and smiled elegantly. "He asked us to ask if you are ready. If you are, you can prepare for the coronation ceremony while most of the dukes are here."
Veronica's eyes lit up. Was her man finally going to become king?
Unexpectedly, Laing lowered his head and pondered for a while. Suddenly, he shook his head. "No, I can't become king now. At least not for two or three years. Please tell Richard that I can refuse to take the throne now!"
The new Duke of Muxilon's face began to darken.
"I haven't fulfilled my conditions as king!"
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